I am not going to mess this up,
Does perception define reality?
I am more than what they choose to see
So, I am not going to mess this up

I live in London,
And I find it scary
Losing loves, and finding temporary
Work, grafting for the least amount of money
Messed up, but can never leave my city
Not enough love to spread to every
Piece of unsustained family
So instead, I’m still stood,
Trying to have my feelings heard,
Lyrically expressing every flaming word
I have within me
Should I apologise for who I am,
Or fall, flaming?
Reformation, or fall standing?

Whipped for simply being me,
“You’re a fat cunt, Maureen,”
No time to retrieve
Any ounce of self respect,
As the belt is bashed,
And I’m so scared that I can’t breathe
My...